Why Is My Girlfriend Avoiding Me Novels & Stories

That's the only way I can get her to be my girlfriend. “This is actually the reason why I was avoiding you because I figured out things are going to end up being like this between the both of us. I honestly don't want our friendship to become very awkward, which is why I wanted to keep my feelings to myself, but unfortunately I wasn't strong enough to do that, which is why I eventually told you about it, but now I kind of regret my action.”

“How is she?” “She’s fine,” I said, moving to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. There was a long silence before he spoke again. “Are you avoiding me?” I froze, my hand tightening around the glass. “What makes you think that?” “You barely talk to me. You avoid being in the same room for too long. Am I that unbearable?” I turned to face him, leaning against the counter. “It’s not about you. Forgive me if I've never been married before but I just need sometime to myself.”

"And you've been miserable enough lately." The words landed somewhere deep, unexpected. Maria looked down at her plate, at the bread she'd barely touched, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. "I'm not miserable," she said quietly. "You've been hiding from me for a week." Her head snapped up. "I haven't been hiding." "You've been avoiding eye contact, leaving rooms when I enter, and I'm fairly certain you've been taking the stairs to avoid sharing the elevator with me. That's hiding, Maria." She opened her mouth to deny it, but the words died in her throat. Because he was right. She had been avoiding him—since that stormy night at the office, since the moment everything between them had shifted

“No. You’re just being paranoid.” Kayden pulls me towards him, his slender fingers holding my face, forcing me to look at him. “Then look me in the eye and tell me you’re not avoiding me.” I stare in his deep-set eyes. My lips moved but nothing came out. I have been avoiding him because every time I saw him my heart tightened. Even a slight touch would make my body grow hot. “I’m really not avoiding you. Let me go.” I pried his hands open are turn around.

I am only concerned about Alexia. I was desperate enough to g****e search reasons why your girlfriend is avoiding you and it was of no help. Yes, I know she isn't my real girlfriend but I can't exactly search for a fake girlfriend besides this was starting to feel more like a real relationship. I wouldn't be so bothered about her ignoring me if it wasn't real. I saw something about the time of the month but I know she isn't on her period, she just had it last week. Don't ask me how I know that. I just know. Her smell was different and it was there in the way she was constantly checking if she was stained. So yeah, it was easy to figure it out.

"What do you mean? How did you come up with a conclusion that I won't take up your call?" I heard him sighed aloud. 'Because it seems like you are avoiding me.' I am not avoiding you yet. I was about to because I needed to protect myself. I needed to protect my heart. "What makes you think that?" I asked him. 'Like yesterday, you are not talking to me. When I am approaching you, you are going away.' I'm kind of guilty there. He should blame the jealous line issue. I kind of feel embarrassed because of that. "No, I'm not avoiding you." I denied his claim.

"Why do you keep avoiding me?" "You never texted me," I defended. "Well, maybe it's because you made it painfully clear that you didn't want me in your life anymore. I'm not blind, Maya. I notice every time I'm walking your direction, and you always walk the other way." "Not all the time," I pointed out. "And you always excuse yourself to go to the nurse. I'm no doctor, but I know that periods don't last for weeks," he looks at me and lets out a short laugh.

“And don’t touch me.” “Why?” his expression changed as he slowly loosened his grip on my hand, allowing me immediately hide my wrist behind me. “Why are you running away from me? Why are you avoiding me? You did it all week and now you’re back at it? Are you really intending on avoiding me forever?” “If I can, yes I will.” “Why?” his laughter was almost sardonic. “Because I’m your mate?” I winced at his words. “Please, stop. We’re not having this conversation again.”

“Elaine, do you still think I refused to donate blood to you because I was afraid? I gave you blood 99 times. What difference would one more session make? Karl was the one who told me you had been faking everything. That was when I realized my love had been trampled on. My blood became dog food. You wronged me. Every time I think of that relationship, which had been built on lies, it makes me sick to my stomach.” Elaine’s face went pale. She stood frozen for a moment, as if a thousand scattered pieces had just fallen into place in her mind. She suddenly became agitated. “So you actually never did fail my test. In that case, we don’t have to break up anymore. If you save me, we can be togethe